Leaving it as an empty page
As if wanting to empty all the memories
Knowing its not worth all the pain
But the scar is there
Bleeding in every beat
Worsen with each teadrop
An illusion it might be
That in this life, I was loved by you.....
Saturday, February 14, 2009
In This Life
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